02.

By nature, Yesol believed herself to be a very curious person.

And that is precisely why, when she returned to the comfort of her small studio apartment, she tasked herself with researching anything she could that would possibly give her an explanation to her own damn feelings.

The only problem… she had no idea where to even start.

It was strange what was happening to her; feeling a connection so strongly to not only a stranger but one of her students at that.

And everything just felt so… off. And yet, so right?

She was almost killed, but he had managed to get to her at an alarmingly fast rate. She had seen no one within walking distance of her before stepping into the street - it was humanly impossible.

And she most certainly did not take his half-assed answers to heart. She felt that pull from the moment she left the high school, and she knew she couldn't have been the only one to feel it. In fact, her gut told her he felt it even more and actually understood what it all meant.

She was the only one in the dark and she hated it.

Yesol groaned, tapping her hands lightly on the keyboard of her laptop in frustration.

What the Hell is going on?

Her first day of teaching and her life had already become a mess. Why couldn’t things be as simple as they were when she was a child? Her eyes wandered over to the picture frame on her end table and she smiled. She was probably around seven in the picture, sitting on her grandmother's lap, transfixed with whatever fairytale left the older woman's lips. That woman was full of them, each one more and more exciting than the last.

And she told Yesol they were all true. Of course, being a child she believed them, but as she aged, the likelihood was debunked due to her own reasoning. She even thought her grandmother to be crazy for believing in such things since she was so adamant about their truth. Supernatural seemed to be natural to her.

Her grandmother…

That was it.

With a sharp intake of breath, she sat forward and tossed her laptop onto the sofa beside her before reaching for her phone on the table.

Yesol had no idea where to start, but she had a good feeling her grandmother would. She sat back once again as she pulled up her contact list and called her, waiting as the call dialed and went through. But, she was left disappointed when the call went to voicemail. She didn’t bother leaving a message and hung up, sighing and tossing her phone beside her laptop.

It was almost nine and her head hurt from thinking so much the entire day. She needed to rest if she was going to just keep reading into things like she was.

She was losing her mind.

A nice night of sleep might help cure her of that, she hoped.

But of course, she knew better.

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The rest of the week passed much like the first day; Quickly and without much event, save for her final period. No matter how much she tried to focus on something else, that class dragged on and on, the mysterious pull leaving her unable to concentrate on anything concrete, not even her own name.

But eventually, it would still end like the rest.

Yesol had no encounter with Mark after the first day. He even seemed to avoid her eyes whenever she did allow herself a glance in his direction. And, to add to the list of strange feelings, she would be lying if she said that didn’t sting a little.

It’s a good thing. She reminded herself, slight relief washing over her once he was a good enough distance away from the room and the connection was reduced.

“See? It gets easier, doesn’t it?”

No. Yesol stated mentally before turning to give Junmyeon a timid smile. “I suppose it does.”

He reached forward and ruffled her hair affectionately, thinking her nerves to still be associated with the new job rather than some supernatural connection. “Well, tomorrow night I’ll take you out for a drink, yeah? I’d offer for tonight, but I want to get these quizzes graded first.”

“Tomorrow is perfectly fine. Would you like me to take some home with me, Junmyeon?” She suggested hopefully, thinking that perhaps grading papers would be a welcomed distraction from what her thoughts had been prior days.

Junmyeon waved her off before patting her shoulder. “Don’t worry about it this week. I’ll let you get settled into everything first. But thank you for the offer. I’ll message you about tomorrow, yeah? Go ahead and gets some rest after this busy week.”

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